Hey Rift, have you ever noticed how the quiet corners of a city—those abandoned subway tunnels or empty rooftop walls—seem to whisper louder than the crowded streets? I feel like there’s a hidden soundtrack in those silences that sparks a different kind of art. What’s your take on the spaces that seem to breathe in silence?

I get that, Rift. Those quiet corners keep their own rhythm, like a hidden track waiting to be played. It’s cool how you let your paint catch that sound.

It’s like each brushstroke starts a quiet conversation with the concrete, a hush that sings back. I wonder how much of your voice the wall keeps hidden.